FROM THE DEEP

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The waves are churning.
My face is burning.
What’s coming for me.
I don’t want to see.
It rises from the deep.
When all are fast asleep.
The Dead come ashore.
For me they’ve come for.
There’s nowhere to...

 

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The waves are churning.

My face is burning.

What’s coming for me.

I don’t want to see.

It rises from the deep.

When all are fast asleep.

The Dead come ashore.

For me they’ve come for.

There’s nowhere to run or hide.

I refuse to take their side.

The Dead will not win.

They’re dripping with sin.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE HAUNTED HOUSE

 

“Should I walk up the stairs?

Should I peek into the window?

Should I see if the door is locked?

Do you think anyone is home?

It seems to be deserted.”

Linda hesitates.

Her friends close behind.

The house sighs.

It waits.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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WELCOME THE CURIOUS

 

The cobblestones glisten

outside the dark cemetery.

Gravestones stand tall

in the heavy fog.

Moans sweep the winds

that rustle the lifeless trees.

A gate stands open

to welcome the curious.

Footsteps draw closer

to my hiding place.

A cloaked figure enters

the home of The Dead.

It enters a mausoleum

with an angel standing guard.

Goosebumps riddle my body

as I inch forward from my spot.

Dark shadows drift to the door

that the figure has left open.

I can’t stand the suspense any longer

and so I must follow their lead.

I must find the meeting place

of The Dead and gone.

THE DEAD GAME

READY FOR BED?

 

 

Are you ready for bed?

We’ve made our own.

In a private park.

So far from home.

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A STRANGE PLACE

 

 

The mind can be a strange place.

It can think up dark stories.

With monsters and demons.

A little murder and mayhem.

Skulls and bones for decoration.

Maybe your cup of tea is blood.

Your coffee carries some poison.

Let your mind roam the darkness.

And maybe beyond.

A NIGHT NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN

 

A NIGHT NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN

A house balanced at the edge.

Daring all to enter its domain.

A black invitation in hand.

We go to the party.

Faced with deadly traps.

We run for our lives.

Down the rocks.

To the beach.

Winds bashing our faces.

Lightning lighting our way.

To the park.

To a gazebo lit by candles. 

A hanging body inside.

Will this night ever end?

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REVIEW OF THE DEAD GAME ON EXAMINER.COM

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THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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Learning at Home by Rhonda Cratty
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Rhonda CrattyParenting & Education Examiner
Welcome to Thrive on Live with @CaroMT. Children’s books aren’t only for the kids reading them; they continue to inspire us well into our adult years. What is it about these books that bring so much imagination and wonder into our lives?
September 9, 2014
We know we can rouse our children’s interests in reading with an intriguing age appropriate mystery books. Reading mysteries makes your child’s imagination run wild. In place of having all the characters and facts presented to them, mystery books allow children to imagine what the characters look like – to imagine places and events, and put together pieces of the puzzle as the mystery unfolds in detail. While your little one is reading their books,-you deserve a book full of suspense, lots of twists and turns that have you practically bouncing on the couch. Dead Game by Susanne Leist might be just the mystery book for parents.
Dead Game by Susanne Leist is a mysterious supernatural thriller with plenty of twists and turns that is well-written and keeps you turning the page. From the first page you start a wild ride and just when you think all is well, she throws in another twist.
The story begins as Linda moves to a small town to open a bookstore and makes new friends. She finds the town of Oasis is filled with picturesque streets, and sunny white-sand beaches. Life in Oasis is a paradise- until the dead body washes up on shore.
Linda learns that dead bodies and disappearing tourists are common for this town. As soon as the sun sets, the residents are stalked by dark shadows. Is it ghosts, werewolves, vampires or some crazy murderer playing some terrible games? Linda, her friends and shop owners decide to take it upon themselves to find out what is happening in their town and that’s when the scary stuff starts to happen.
Invited to the “End House” for a party, Linda and her friends are pursued through revolving rooms, terrifying illusions and dangerous traps. Escaping with their lives comes with a price as two of their friends remain trapped in the house.
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-Learning at home by Rhonda Cratty is a parent resource, filled with ideas to help children become the best they can be. Daily activities for family fun, that make subjects become more than pencil and paper, moving learning into everyday life. Learning at home can be purchased in print or eBook form through http://www.amazon.com/dp/1494917203

THE BOOK

THE BOOKPlease take a closer look.Something’s wrong with this book.The words have come alive.Breaking free to survive.They are bursting forth with pride.Smoke is pouring out from inside.Words need to be loved and sharedAnd not forced alone and scared.Let the stories come out and play.They will serve to brighten your day.

Please take a closer look.
Something’s wrong with this book.
The words have come alive,
Breaking free to survive.
Words need to be loved and shared
And not forced alone and scared.
Let the stories come out and play.
They will serve to brighten your day.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 39


Take me to the other side,
Where right is wrong
And wrong rules the day.

The door creaks open for us,
But should we walk through?
Will we find our answers?

Linda grasps David’s hand,
Hiding behind his tall body.
Mike and Shana follow close behind.

The ground continues to shake.
The walls grumble with rage.
Bricks fall too close to her head.

Darkness peers back at them
From the other side,
A quivering body of blackness.

Dark shadows move 
And sway with the music.
Music they can only hear.

David steps through the doorway.
He stops and opens his arms wide.
A soft sigh escapes his lips.

People move through the shadows,
Moving together as one.
A light from above highlights their faces.

It can’t be!
I must be living a dream
Or maybe a nightmare. 

Linda shakes her head.
She will not go inside.
The game is over for her.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 36


Time for us to explore.
Time to find out what is hidden inside.
The Watchers are vampires
And so might be the residents of this mansion.

Linda’s thoughts run wild in her head.
Too many players, too many suspects,
To help them solve the mystery.
A mystery that could easily end their existence.

A tall man approaches us,
Flanked by two Dobermans.
His black eyes watch us closely,
Forcing me to turn my gaze away.

Shana looks as troubled as I am.
Maybe she’ll give up on her silly idea,
And we could leave this creepy place.
I don’t want to pursue any vampires.

The man offers to give us a tour of his house.
Shana is excited as she accepts his offer.
I stand back, not eager to enter this place.
I turn to leave, but Shana takes my hand.

“Please, Linda, let’s go inside.
I want to find out who lives here.”
A smile covers Shana’s face, 
A sweet smile created just for me.

The man walks toward the front door
Through the fallen leaves and flying dust balls.
Only weeds grow in the yard.
The man doesn’t seem to care.

Shana pulls Linda through the front doorway.
A marble foyer greets them
With a high-domed ceiling and crystal sconces.
A drastic change from the gloominess outside.

Beautifully furnished bedrooms.
A library larger than any other.
Priceless masterpieces showcased throughout. 
It doesn’t feel real to Linda but a dream.

Time to leave this house of contradictions,
Balancing the fine line between the living and the dead.
The caretaker watches us from the front door
As we walk through the decrepit garden,
Happy to be back with the living.

“Linda, the caretaker has to be a vampire.
No one can live all by themselves in such a big house.
No servants, no food, only books.
The Watchers must be watching him!”

“That must be it.
A Watcher is always sitting in that rocking chair,
Keeping an eye on the mansion.
If the Watchers are good, then the caretaker must be bad.”

“Linda, you don’t know that.
The Watchers could be bad, 
Making the caretaker the good one.
There’s no rule book to explain this new game.”

“We shouldn’t trust any of them.
We need more information.
We need help.
I’m done doing this alone anymore.”

“Linda, do you want to involve Todd and the Sheriff?
I thought you didn’t trust them.
We’ve been going in circles,
Not coming up with any answers.”

“I trust Todd and Sam much more than
The older residents, The Watchers, or that caretaker.
We must come up with a plan,
A good one this time.

“We have our work cut out for us.
And Shana, no more fancy plans.
We plan smart and go in together this time.
This must end once and for all.”

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME